Once a thug was micrscopic and love to drop it on the micriphone
At the club Hip Hop it grown hot like the tropics but unknown
Cats couldn’t see him they be dim in script get their mind blown
His facts are lyrical ill like bacteria, the oranism in his rhythm
Could spoil milk and throw oil on silk like a Quakerstate cataclysm
Other cats heartbroke because their art smoke wrong with out wisdom
He would study hard to avoid cruddy retard freestyles. He smiles
At successs and compiles the best lyrics money can buy, but in his files
Are statistics on the ballistics of the rap game and list of various styles
But a fatlity is sad life’s reality is bad you see he was mistreated brain
Overheated scorn lame and deleted whack cats cheated and stole his fame
Now no name with a flow untamed